Everything you write stirs emotions and personal memories. We were kind of poor growing up so mom made popsicles out of kool-ade in ice cube trays. The real ones were always a treat....even the orange ones. Patrick

a review of celebrations patriotic and family romantic past, orchestrated with verbal charm and grace Christine - late, but my enjoyment is unaltered by time - I wish you peace and love my dear friend - Jon Michael

An immensely enjoyable and vivid capture, Christine, and I like how the child's eye view is so wonderfully focussed on the brash sounds and popsicles which flavour and orchestrate every detail of the moment! Reminds me of waking at 0700 on St Patrick's Day in Maddison Avenue in 2010 to the sound of an Irish street parade: the Ba Boom's were even in my bed, I'm sure!! :)) xx

Great nostalgic poem, Christine. Words that give me the feeling of many long past days and years when your world was innocent and sweet and love was walking arm in arm with your father licking a green, or red or grape flavored popsicle.
Mark

Excellant writing Christine, this flashed me back in time to a young lad in a Cadet uniform marching in a parade, the weight of the drum more than the weight of the lad and yea, you guessed it..that lad was I and yes there was nothing better than a popsicle on a hot day...my favorite was root beer. Thanks for taking me back in time.
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Well....orange is okay if it's a Creamsicle, but not orange twins...ugh!
The big bass drum felt to me like my heart pounding in my chest.
And did you have those very scary Indians in your parade?
This is a cute, memory-invoking poem! I'll bet you were adorable in your red wheel- barrow!

You capture well, with some colorful wordage, the spirit of those (oh so) impressible days when minds were eager for cool experiences and sugary treats. haha .... yah ... those were the days. Your work, CT, is always a pleasure to take in. Hoping you're well. Warm regards ... richard

I can actually see you as that child, Christine. Big-eyed, adventurous, and exploring life and all it had to offer. Except, of course, for that damned orange popsicle. Ug. A wonderful mother and father and life ahead of you.

What a beautiful vision of your childhood Christine, and actually an echo to many from our era. How I also loved Popsicle's as a child with all their stickiness and face and fingers left red with that delicious juice that dripped everywhere! Like you I was not a fan of the orange ones :)

But what a lovely view for a 4th so obviously celebrated and picturing you as a child being pulled along in your barrow! Ah how I remember those lovely days and the excitement it brought to my wee eyes.

Wonderful Christine, thank you for a lovely walk to the past of joy and treasures of the the day